The Letter Inside The Maze, The Center Inside The Diamond Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Dew-studded morning of the evening with you
violet-azure skies
rose-pearl, sweet apricot sun. There is candy dust on your lips.
I wait for the after-glow, your pupils rush and return.
I want to dip us in bismuth until we become metal fibers and fire-crystals.

(The demons have been wearing your clothes again, the angels are endlessly mending them)

You and I are the center of a diamond, you and I have lace-like skin and lunate eyes.

Saturn shifts, Neptune shakes,
there is a maze with a Hebrew character - one letter - at its center.

Past the fuse of stars
micro-dreams
washed honey-lit metal
burning in sublimation
asterisks exploding
I take you to it.

(We seal our belongings so the demons will respect us.
We check our clothing for the right fabrics so the angels wont be confused)

The maze has a horizon
a lattice of whirling and hovering lights
I can see the letter inside it from here.
It is the letter for the Hebrew word for 'saint' - known as 'tzaddik'
Let's go on a trek
Let's camp out in its shadow
Let's not hunt the letter
but come back to the city
with dots in our irises, with cantillation marks in our eyes

Will you be my spiritual Sherpa?
My soul reaches full capacity.
I fall into the opening of a star, into the encrusted opening of a star.
I carve the letter into its skin. Deep in the skin of a star

only for it to disappear into the ale-lit glow of morning.